I HATE THE LOVE. imagination.love.blood.death

chapter 8: BLOOD STRAIN

He woke me up and it was the most beautiful morning of my life. His smiling face and a cup of tea made my day. I felt like the queen of my king. He held my hand and said, "I wish, you have met me before. But I'm happy that you are now in my life. I love you Sam."

His voice was different than that, I have heard before. He hugged me and kissed on my forehead. He handover the cup to me and went to prepare breakfast. It was an awesome moment in which I want to live forever.

I took shower and was very excited to meet my patient Daksh. Rishi and I enjoyed our breakfast. I want to go alone but Rishi insisted to drop me. I can't resist for long and agreed to his company. We enjoyed our ride but he sound a little disturbed. I asked him about his behavioural change but he tried to be happy. Finally, we reached our destination and I bade him farewell. I felt special as he didn't move and continuously waved at me. I was walking but my eyes were on him. I got shocked when I saw him running towards me. I don't know what was happening until he came and pulled me aside. I was almost dead as the large iron door fall in front of me. He scolded the workers when they told that it is on repair and someone has mistakenly removed the caution sign board. I tried to resolve the conflict and we went on our ways.

I saw lot of persons on ground playing and talking. The NGO is of three storey building but poorly maintained. It has huge ground decorated with beautiful trees and flowers. This building must be donated by some elite group. The NGO is run by Mr. Shaurya Sahay, who saved me last day. It's very kind of him that I got to work with this NGO. I asked peon about Mr. Sahay and he showed me the head office.

When I reached on door, I saw him talking to a photograph. I heard him speaking to love of his life.

"Sorry to interrupt you Mr. Sahay. Can I have a word with you?"

He greeted me and offered a seat. He apologised for yesterday as he was unable to talk with me due to some important work. I thanked him, in return, for saving me from that huge metallic rod. I shared my experience as a psychiatric student in Canada and my last longing desire to live and serve India. He told me about his dad who build this building as an event management office and after his death it is running as an NGO.

I want to see my patient Daksh, on which I am doing my research. He shared his information about Daksh and I noted down them. He finally showed Daksh, who was talking to an old lady. I heard him consoling the lady when I got near to him.

I called his name and he turned towards me. He was not happy to see me as his facial expression suddenly changes but he tried to overcome his thoughts and greeted me. I introduced him as his friend who is going to help him. He talked to me nicely but his expressions and words didn't match. He was very careful while talking and think a lot before speaking. I found some unusual changes in him, when he saw a young married women going near to that old lady with whom he was talking. I want to know about his past but he always make excuses and finally left me for lunch.

Mr. Sahay offered me lunch and I accepted as I was starving. One and a half hour has been passed since I was looking for Daksh, but there was no sign of him. I was standing near the building when something fell on me. It scared me as I saw a finger dipped in blood fall over me. I looked upward and found blood dripping from the building over me. I cried and ran to Mr. Sahay, who latter came to observe the situation. Everyone came nearby the site by the time I was back with Mr. Sahay. They were watching me as I was doing something wrong. They were laughing at me as I was telling a lie. No one believed on me because I didn't have any proof.

Surprisingly, I didn't find any finger on ground but blood was there on wall. So, we went on terrace and saw a lady ordering the workers to pour the soup on the roof. I asked her about the blood and piece of finger which fell on me.

She scolded me and said, "Why are you creating a scene here. This is not funny to act and get attention. So, stop terrifying others by creating your own story. There is no blood here. It is the soup which is here for a planned event. If you don't believe on me then you can ask to Shaurya."

"Mr. Sahay, I only speak what I saw. I don't want anyone's attention. Believe me, she is lying."I said.

Mr. Sahay introduced me to her and said, "She is Vedika, my cousin sister and we both run this NGO. This evening we will have an event for the members of our NGO and you can stay if you want. This event is for the patients who had fear from red colour because of some trauma. We only try to make them comfortable with the colour so that they can overcome from their trauma."

He tried to convince me but I was in shock. So, I decided to go back home. He wanted to drop me but I refused and went out.

I was confused but I know what I saw. I can't believe them as there was something unusual with this NGO. There is something hidden which needs to come out for the benefit of society. Luckily, I saw some blood strain on my dress which would lead me towards the truth.